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Man Who Lives In Playground Claims Not To Be Pedophile, Just Really Loves Sand

By Angelo Bowers-DOA Staff Writer

OKLAHOMA CITY -The Oak Tree Public Park has always been known as the largest and best recreational park in Oklahoma City. The park boasts over four miles of outdoor fun including the Oak Tree Playground, which features local resident Barry Watson. On any given day you can find Watson taking photos with his GPS Polaroid camera and grabbing handfuls of his beloved sand.

Watson, who locals call “A creepy bastard,” has been living in the Oak Tree Playground for over 15 years.

“I love this playground, I love the plastic slides, the safety bars, the multi-colored jungle gym, the swings, the large clumps of sand, and the strong athletic boys with their young rippling biceps (awkward pause) but, most of all I love the sand,” says Watson while staring at a group of children eating ice cream.

Watson’s life story is filled with mountain highs and valley lows plus lots of sand wedged in between. The man known as the Oak Tree Playground’s “Resident psycho fuck” has never left the city limits of Oklahoma City due to a rare disease: Sando-Cliptic-Phile-Phobia (extreme fear of people over the age of 13 and an overly sexualized obsession with sand particles).

Before interviewing Watson I was warned that he wouldn’t talk to me unless I dressed and acted like a twelve year-old boy (preferably Asian).

“Barry really loves sand…at least that’s what he tells you while he takes Polaroids of your son crying. You see, Barry is afraid of adults. I really don’t know why but, he just is. He’ll stay at the park for days in fact; I don’t think he ever leaves. Geez, he really is a sick fuck. Sometimes I think about telling the police about him but, gosh, he really is great with kids and he loves sand,”says Donald Thompson, who usually gives Watson a couple of dollars each week to look after his son.

Because of his illness, and the fact that he lives in a sand pit, Watson has been unemployed his whole life. To help support himself he usually tries to sale bags of sand for a dollar.

“Well, there’s no beaches in Oklahoma, so this is the closest I’ll get to the beach and the closest I’ll get to young Asian boys,” says Watson while taking photos of me dressed like a foreign exchange student named Chi-Ming.

While doing further research on Watson’s life I found that there has never been a disease called Sando-Cliptic-Phile-Phobia. I also discovered that there is a growing suspension about the real identity of Watson. After several meetings with the Oklahoma City Police Department I found out that Barry Watson may in fact be Johnny Poncho: A mental patient who escaped New Mexico State Hospital in 1987.

There is currently an ongoing investigation on the true identity of Barry Watson a.k.a. Johnny Poncho. If you have any information please contact the Oklahoma City Police Department.

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Ask A Spartan (Vol. 2)

Love Advice From History’s Deadliest Warrior

Dear Spartan,

            Since I was in Elementary School, I have been over weight and I have always felt uncomfortable about this. Kids in school used to mock me, and now I think people are talking about my weight behind my back. I mean, I’m not obese or anything, but I was just hoping you could tell me how I might be able to feel better about myself.

-Awkward-in-Anaheim

Dear Awkward,

            In my home land of Sparta, you would never have reached manhood. You should feel great shame for your lack of discipline and lack of honor to your own body. My frame is a temple hewn from the mightiest stone, allowing me to mercilessly kill hundreds in battle. I am in such incredible shape that I have bulging muscles in places that defy logic and confound even the most accurate scholars of anatomy. If you were in the mildest of confrontations you would be killed effortlessly. You are nothing but a quivering pillar of embarrassment compared to any of my countrymen.

-Spartan

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Dear Spartan,

            I work for a small manufacturing company and I just recently got on the board that makes decisions towards the future of the company. I want to take the production in a different direction, but it seems as if everyone else is against me. How can I negotiate my way around this conflict to get what I want?

-Diplomatic-in-El Monte

Dear Diplomatic

            Negotiate? Men negotiate naught. Diplomacy is the useless action of weak men that will inevitably fail and lead to war either way. You ooze weakness and you complain against having a few who oppose you? I once stood with a troop of 20 men against a marauding Barbarian horde numbering in the thousands. We had been traveling for many days, and the cold Grecian winter had warped our spears and cracked our swords. With naught more than our fists and teeth we decimated wave after wave of Barbarian warriors, ripping them limb from limb and finding sustenance from drinking their tainted blood. Yet you complain about someone not agreeing with your plan? If you truly want them to hear your point, find the leader of the council, and with a powerful slash, decapitate him. Plant his head on a pike, and all those who see his head paraded down the halls will know who the natural, rightful leader is. Anything less than this is further proof that you are nothing but a pathetic wretch of a man.

-Spartan

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Dear Spartan

            I’ve been reading your “Ask a Spartan” column, and you never give anyone advice. Your threaten them or make fun of them. Sometimes you just go off on random tangents about how much of a badass you are, but you never seem to help anyone. The column should be called “Get insulted by a Spartan.” Why not get off your high horse and actually help somebody?

-Annoyed-in-Alhambra

Dear Annoyed

            From the letter you sent me, I now know where you live. Kiss your women and offspring goodbye because me and my mighty horse Gargothius (how you knew of his towering size and posture I know not, but it concerns me little) are coming to your house and I will be bring Spartan steel and the fire of Hades with me. Prepare for eminent decimation!

-Spartan

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Google Announces New X-Ray Maps of America

Google has come under fire in the last few years for it’s GoogleMaps program, which uses advanced satellite imaging to show satellite views of American homes, and has even put cameras on a fleet of vans that drive around every street, taking a series of photographs to create “street view” map. Privacy activists have claimed in the past that this is a violation of individual rights, to which Google has disagreed.

Now, however, Google seems to be intentionally laughing in their faces with their new maps that use until-now unknown X-Ray technology that takes intricate pictures of the insides of people’s homes, showing everything they own. And instead of updating these maps every few months, they are using a vast array of floating cameras that will fly around taking moment-by-moment updated pictures. Los Angeles and New York are the first two trial cities, the residents of which are less than thrilled.

“So what? People on Google are going to get to watch when I’m going to the bathroom?” Asked LA Resident Drew West.

“That’s a really short-sighted comment,” said Dean Walton, director of the GoogleMaps HOMES program. “We won’t just show people going to the bathroom, but also people banging, shooting drugs, beating their wives and every other thing that no one wants us to see.”

Walton then went on to begin muttering “then we will have all the knowledge. Yes, yes, all the knowledge in the world!” His maniacal laughing and evil hand wringing signaled the obvious end to the interview.

Google also revealed several other projects, including a plan to unveil a police force made entirely out of floating metal spheres with laser turrets that will enforce Google’s Terms of Service with deadly force, and a plan that will map people’s thoughts and intentions using their warehouses full of enslaved pre-cognitive psychics.

The laser turrets aren’t visible until activated

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3 MORE Sex Gadgets From The Future

The Auto-Jacker

Now, for the first time on Earth, the Au
to-Jacker is available to all people who want a good time in the bedroom, with or without a partner. Hey guys, do you remember those “fleshlights”? Well, this makes those look like lubed-up socks. The Auto-Jacker will bring you to climax quicker than anything you’ve ever experiences, even real sex.

*WARNING* The Auto-Jacker was originally only available to farmers on the planet JIGNIX9, where they milked HUU’jKu (a mix between a Lovecraftian demon and a cow. Ugly suckers.) The HUU’jKu are giant-nippled creatures that are incredibly hard to milk. Not all Auto-Jackers have been properly calibrated for human use, and may rip genitals directly from the body.

The BOX

Only one in the world! It can be yours for a few million dollars. It is a sleek, silver box, with a single hole in it. Placing that hole over your genitals (if you’re a women) or placeing your genitals in the hole (if you’re a man) will bring an kind of pleasure that you have never felt before. You won’t be able to get enough!

*WARNING* The origin of the box is unknown. It was found in a deep impact hole in a field somewhere, glowing red-hot. Scientists think it might be from the moon. Or possibly an orbiting alien space station. Also, when we say, “you wont be able to get enough,” it’s because whatever does the sex-magic in the box also injects you with an incredibly addictive drug that we on Earth have never seen. Some of those injected have also turned into Zombies and tried to kill these around them. Use with caution.

Google Sex Ads

When these come off the market, you won’t even need someone to tell you “CLICK ON MY GOOGLE ADSENSE ADS” (which is against google’s rules, by the way) because with Google Sex Ads, you will want to all on your own. With certain, more expensive ads, Google sends a psionic pulse directly into your brain through your speakers and will cause instant sexual gratification. And the best part? Clicking on AdSense ads creates revenue for the site hosting those ads, meaning everyone benefits!

*WARNING* One in every Ten Thousand psionic pulses will liquefy your brain. Google has yet to figure out why, or make any attempt to even fix the problem. This site is against brain-melting. If you click on one of our ads, we promise that it will not kill you. All that will happen is that you will be greatly helping our site. But, as I’ve reiterated throughout this site, we are not asking you to click, simply informing you that if you did, it would make us money that would help the site get better. That is a matter of public record however, and in no way a solicitation or a request to click on our ads. So, to sum up, OUR Google ads will not melt your brain or cause any physical harm, so feel free to click away if you feel like it. 

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Ask A Spartan (vol.1)


Advice From History’s Deadliest Warrior

Dear Spartan,

Today, I was taking a shower, and I knicked my leg with the razor. It hurt a little but it bled a lot. It kind of freaked me out. How can I avoid cutting myself in the future?
-Miss Curious in Alhambra

Dear Miss Curious,

You are nothing but weakness. I take joy in your pain, and understand that I do not take joy in many things. Your pain brings me happiness as I wait for the impending battle. When I shave, I do so with my mighty spear. By dulling the blade with my flesh I sharpen my own character. Tremble in my wake.
-Spartan

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Dear Spartan,
My neighbor keeps coming into my yard at night and stealing my lemons. I don’t really know how to deal with it. Should I talk to him or should I build a higher fence or what? Can you give me some advice?
-Lemon-less in El Monte

Dear Lemon-less,

Talk? A Wall? For me, a mere line in the sand and my unflinching stare forms a greater barrier than a wall of iron and stone one thousand meters high. My stare can shatter then confdence of the million-man armies of Persia. My only misfortune is no man is brave enough to cross that line in the sand, and I must continue to wait for the day I can bathe in the bile and blood that would pore forth from their corpses.
-Spartan

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Dear Spartan,
I think my wife is going to leave me. She talks to other men a lot, and I want to know if she loves me. How can I bring this up without her thinking I don’t trust her?
-Mad-With-Worry in Silverlake

Dear Mad-With-Worry

My wife has already been taken from me. She was devoured by the hungry maw of a demon wolf. I hunted him, half crazed, naked, through the thick woods, leaving a path of his clan’s bodies 10 miles long in my wake. I ate naught and drank naught till I found him in a clearing with what remained of his pack. Their family was so large in number their exhalations melted the snow on the mountain peaks. Slowly, silently, I moved so like a wolf that they didn’t notice my presence until I had slit the throats of more then a hundred of them. Suddenly, they pounced, one after another struck at me and met their deaths. They gouged deep cuts in me, but mine were far deeper. When the night was through, I stook on a mountain, not of rock but of their hides and yet one wolf remained, their leader, their king, the murderer of my wife. By the next day, I had brought as many of the bodies as my massive frame could carry. It was enough to keep the town feed with wolf meat for many weeks. However, the only flesh I consumed was from their King. His meat was the sweetest.
-Spartan

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CSULA’S Giant Monument to Wasted Money

For anyone in college, you know how money is scarce and hard to come by, and has been that way for years. The rally held on March 4th was just the most recent of many, and has come to show me something very interesting.

I go to Cal State University, Los Angeles. Our mascot is the illustrious Golden Eagle. Because we are essentially a commuter college, we never really had any school spirit. In an attempt to foster some, we built this giant Eagle statue (made of bronze by the way) in front of out University Bookstore.

That statue, installed the same year as our first round of tuition hikes, cost in the neighborhood of $30-50,000. We paid almost 50 grand for a giant cement penis to stand erect in the middle of the University’s main walkway.

Yeah, a penis. Look at it again. It’s got a rounded head and a cylindrical shaft. For fuck’s sake it’s even got a ridge around the ‘head.’ And don’t get me started about the bronze jizz erupting from the tip. Don’t believe me, look at it this way:

On March 4th, students rallied around this giant phallic monument to misspent funds, and I doubt very many even knew about it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s hilarious that CSULA spent so much on a huge dick, but it also kind of pisses me off. No pun intended.

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